Around 2:30 P.M. Thursday afternoon, I arrived my way back to the house when I laid down to find myself being jarred to the sound of the phone echoing in my head. I answered the phone only to hear the hallway version of:

"Hey John! Good, you're home. Who was that person who sang to you last night? She was great! Do you have her phone number?"

"Uh, That was Nat. Who is this?" I slowly asked.

"It's Terry Johnston. You know- Arista."

"Oh, hello there! I haven't heard from you in quite a while. The last 24 hours have been rough."

"After last night, I'd say so. She has gorgeous voice. Listen man, you have her number?"

"She can sing, she just needs a push in the right direction. I have her number here somewhere. Hold on a sec..." I scrambled for the number. I knew this could be just the break to get Nat needed to get out of the life she has been living. It took me a few minutes to find the number but eventually I found it. "I'm back. The number is 967-5309. Be good to her Terry. She has talent."

"You know I will. Thanks a bunch. Oh, by the way, I spoke to Ted when I called the station looking for you earlier today. He sound's kinda upset. You might want to give him a call. I told him I'd try you at home. He told me to tell you to give him a call if I caught up with you today."

"Thanks" replying unenthusiastically. "As far as anybody knows, you haven't spoken to me at all. The last thing I need right now is Ted bitching me out for not showing up today."

"That fine. As far as anyone else is concerned, this conversation didn't exist. Thanks for the number. Have fun sleeping it off."

"Believe me I will. Be good Terry. I'll tell you more about what happened later on after things calm down a bit."

"Will do. Talk to you later. Bye."



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